Superman's End Manual

Ke Xiaomo frowned.

“That’s right,” Mo Xiejia said. “Although I don’t know what the old man is thinking, I have no choice. In short, if you, my junior brother, step in front of me, I might not be able to face returning to the Ninja Sect in the future.”

As he spoke, a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.

Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath and whispered to Ke Yinzhi beside her, "These people are yours, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, his figure transformed into a blob of ink and splashed onto the ground, disappearing into the shadow beneath his feet.

However... in that half-second, as if he had anticipated this, Mo Xiejia swiftly unfurled a scroll and whispered, "Shadow Sealing Barrier."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll shattered, transforming into a pure white barrier that enveloped the library.

Ke Xiaomo, transformed into a weasel-like shadow, kept crashing against the edge of the barrier, but could not budge it in the slightest, nor could he pass through it.

"It's no use, this is a barrier specifically designed to counter Shadow Transformation Technique, you can't possibly escape..."

Before Mo Xiejia could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Ke Yinzhi casually raised his right finger, and a beam of pitch-black light shot out from his fingertip, instantly creating an opening in the barrier.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow that Ke Xiaomo had transformed into emerged from that opening and left the library.

"How can it be……"

The ink writer stood there, stunned, muttering to himself in a hoarse voice.

He then abruptly turned his head and roared at the pedestrians on the street, "Use the Shadow-Sealing Dagger and stop Ke Xiaomo by any means necessary!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hundred ninjas nearby tried to throw their Shadow-Sealing Daggers to intercept the shadow that was moving across the ground.

Hundreds of daggers surged like a tidal wave, capturing the shadow that Ke Xiaomo had transformed into, and almost filled the shops, traffic lights, and glass facades of tall buildings along the way.

Even so, no dagger could keep up with Ke Xiaomo's speed.

It's like trying to trap a bird of prey in the sky with a fishing net—a hopeless endeavor.

"The sect leader said that Ke Xiaomo's Shadow Transformation Technique is very good, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent. What kind of monster talent is this?"

The ink-writing master stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at the scene out of the corner of his eye, his expression grave as he pondered.

"Also, why was the Shadow Sealing Barrier destroyed so easily? The sect leader said that this barrier has extremely high endurance, second only to the Dragon Sealing Barrier, right?"

Thinking this, Mo Xiejia looked up at Ke Yinzhi, hesitated for half a second, and tentatively shot out a sword blade formed from ink from his hand, aiming it at Ke Yinzhi's shoulder.

Just as the dagger was about to reach him, it was enveloped by a dark substance and vanished into thin air.

"I mean... you actually ignored me for a second just now?"

Ke Yinzhi spoke slowly, her eyes hidden by her lowered bangs.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark glint flashed in the air.

The writer's right eye was split in two, and fragments of the eyeball were squeezed out of the eye socket, dripping onto the ground along with blood.

Immediately afterwards, a deep bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Mo Xiejia's pupils contracted to the size of wheat awns, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He covered his neck with one hand and quickly took two or three steps back, while with the other hand he pulled out an ink brush and a scroll from inside his white robe.

In that brief half-second exchange, he assessed his situation.

——You will die!

As Mo Xiejia retreated, his pupils reflected Ke Yinzhi, who was walking slowly towards him. Looking at that frivolous face and effortless steps, his thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

What kind of monster is this? Wait, I think I've seen these dark knife marks before.

Yes, I've seen it.

As the writer thought about it, he reached up and covered his throat. After a while, he managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice from his damaged vocal cords.

"Control Bureau Enforcer... Black Judge?"

"Oh, now that you've recognized me, I can't let you live. I was planning to let you go, that's why I didn't kill you."

As Ke Yinzhi spoke, he raised his right hand, pointing his fingertips at him.

Instantly, a dark beam of light, about the thickness of a finger, shot straight toward the head of the ink writer.

In less than a tenth of a second, Mo Xiejia's body turned into ink and splattered everywhere. When he reappeared, he was already on the street, a considerable distance away from Ke Yinzhi.

"Did you react?"

Ke Yinzhi raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself.

"No, the power of that scroll reacts automatically when the holder is attacked, taking him elsewhere... As expected of ninjas, they have so many strange things."

Mo Xiejia looked up from the street and gazed at Ke Yinzhi in the library, then slowly asked.

Do you really think I'm as weak as I look?

"Otherwise what?" Ke Yinzhi teased. "There aren't many superheroes in the whole world that I can even look at with admiration, so you don't need to feel inferior."

"Let me ask you another question: Do you know why I was expelled from the Ninja Clan?"

"I'm not curious about the background of a street thug. But to be honest... killing a superhero randomly would affect my performance record, so could you please just get lost?"

As Ke Yinzhi spoke, he walked towards him. Pedestrians on the street stopped and took out daggers from their waists, throwing them at him, but they were blocked by the dark light curtain that suddenly rose up.

But the next moment, from behind the signboard beside him, ten figures dressed in ninja outfits suddenly sprang up, wielding long swords and surrounding him from all sides.

Without exception, before they even got close, they were sliced ​​in half by an elegant black arc. Then, the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground like a rain of blood and bone.

Ke Yinzhi walked forward casually, his hands calmly in his pockets.

The next second, the throats of nearly thirty disguised ninjas on the street were slit open. They clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground in disbelief amidst gushing blood.

"Aren't you worried about your family?" Mo Xie asked hoarsely. "They're still in Vientiane City."

"Of course not." Ke Yinzhi chuckled. "Because I'm sure that no one in your organization can stop Ke Xiaomo."

"Even the sect leader?"

“Yes, even if it’s the sect leader.” Ke Yinzhi paused, then shrugged. “Alright, although I’ve never met this sect leader. Speaking of which, since you’re not running away, have you thought about your last words?”

"I'll return your words exactly as they were... But you, have you thought about your last words?"

As Mo Xiejia roared, he retreated rapidly, his face contorted with a ferocious expression that was completely different from his on-screen persona.

"The Blood Ink Forbidden Technique. I haven't used this move for over a decade since I was expelled from the Ninja Clan. I never thought I'd have to use it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his right hand, splashed the blood onto the blank scroll, then picked up the ink brush and mixed the ink and blood together on the scroll, creating a red and black vortex.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the color-changing ink brush and drew a graceful and elegant "dragon" character in the air.

The next moment, accompanied by a roar that resounded through the sky, the Eastern dragon formed from blood and ink slowly rose up.

This black dragon has two antler-like horns on its head, and a touch of blood-red is dotted in the center of its blank eyes, like the finishing touch on a painting.

The long whiskers on either side of its mouth fluttered in the wind, and its eight legs were tightly connected to its thirty-two claws. It clearly had no wings, yet its body swayed in the air like a shimmering sea of ​​blood.

The ink writer gradually merged with the Eastern Dragon, as if standing in a giant dragon shadow, nourishing it with the blood that kept flowing from the wound on his right hand.

The Blood Ink Dragon grew larger and larger until it finally shattered the street, and water gushed from the collapsed craters and broken pipes.

"Whether it's 'Ink Dragon' or 'Blood Ink Forbidden Technique,' they both belong to the Seven Forbidden Techniques of the Ninja Sect, and I have combined the two together," Mo Xiejia said. "If I were not bound by morality, I would be the strongest in the Ninja Sect, not that Ke Xiaomo, who is not worthy of taking my place."

Ke Yinzhi raised an eyebrow slightly: "I see... There is indeed something there."

"Are you ready to die?" Mo Xie asked.

"Compared to this, how many more years can you live after using this trick?"

Ke Yinzhi asked curiously, his gaze fixed on the rapidly aging Mo Xiejia.

"What does this have to do with you?"

The calligrapher raised his face, looked at him coldly, and replied, word by word.

Ke Yinzhi said jokingly, "It has nothing to do with me, because you're about to die here. The idea that you can live for a few more years is just a hypothetical statement existing on another timeline."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiejia slowly grinned, his voice tinged with a bloody stench, "I'll soon show you what respect truly means."

"Alright... since you've chosen death, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

Ke Yinzhi spoke casually, raising his right hand, which resembled a scalpel, forward, causing his jet-black earring to sway.

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 109 Major Event 1: The Dragon Ninja War (Part 3)

At the same time, on the other side of the Lordhua Commercial Street.

On his way to Wanxiang City, Ke Xiaomo encountered nearly ten ninjas blocking his path. He appeared from behind, raised his hand, and swiftly struck them down one by one.

Immediately afterwards, it transformed into a hawk-like shadow and clung to the glass curtain wall of the tall building. Just as it was about to spread its wings and take off, a lion-shaped shadow suddenly pounced from above.

The hawk-like shadow and the ferocious shadow lion locked in a fierce battle on the glass curtain wall, neither gaining the upper hand.

After a brief standoff, the bird of prey tried to shake off the lion.

So it swiftly detached itself from the top of the glass curtain wall, clung to the surrounding buildings, and flew away, from electronic signs to advertising screens, the surface of jewelry store display cases, and finally escaped into the interior of a bar, soaring upwards along the bar's pipes, and returning to the glass curtain wall on the surface of that tall building.